Your Mother Was Right About Me

I found the note that you left in a book that you thought I'd never read
Most of which I dare not repeat in polite company

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me
Corrupting her daughter, tap dancing to the slaughter
Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be
That she made her mind up when she saw me in the back of a police car,

I found the leaf that I pressed in of book of hastily written fiction
Next to a polaroid of you and me in compromising positions

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me
Corrupting her daughter, it was hot and getting hotter
Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be
That she made her mind up
When she saw you in the back of a police car, a police car
A police car, a police car
Necking in the back of the police car, whoa

I found the card that you left on my car underneath the windshield wiper
The language you used was like Greek to me wrapped in a mysterious cypher
I saw you there peeking through the drapes sitting like Mona Lisa
Do you know why I stopped you tonight?
Hands where I can see them

Your mother was right about me, every time you'd fight about me
Corrupting her daughter, forever carrying your water
Your mother was right about me the kind of man that I'd never be
That she made her mind up
When she saw us in the back of a police car, a police car
A police car, a police car
Handcuffed holding hands in the police car, whoa